I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this, but I NOW HAVE AN OFFICE WITH NAVY BLUE WALLS AND  A WHITE AND GOLD CHAIR AND A FIREPLACE AND A VIEW OF THE HILLS. The Hills? I don’t know if they are like, THE Hills, if that’s a thing, but they are hills. Sure. In it, I can shut out the world and ‘write.’ I currently don’t know what this thing called ‘writing’ is, as my brain is too full of things like KNOBS! and HOW TO MAKE STOVE WORK to entertain any sort of creative thought, but   it has apparently afforded me the luxury of a place to write in, and so HERE’S HOPING WRITING BRAIN RETURNS.  (It’s a summer cold; it always does.)